Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Two vireos

yellow-throated vireo

May 27.


The red-eye is an indefatigable singer, — a succession of short bars with hardly an interval long continued, now at 3 p. m. 

I see and hear the yellow-throated vireo. It is somewhat similar (its strain) to that of the red-eye, prelia pre-li-ay, with longer intervals and occasionally a whistle like tlea tlow, or chowy chow, or tully ho on a higher key. It flits about in the tops of the trees. 

I find the pensile nest of a red-eye between a fork of a shrub chestnut near the path. It is made, thus far, of bark and different woolly and silky materials.

H. D. Thoreau, Journal, May 27, 1854


The red-eye is an indefatigable singer. . . See  May 27, 1853 ("The vireo, too, is heard more than ever on the elms; his note begins to prevail."); May 29, 1855("The red-eye, its clear loud song in bars continuously repeated and varied”); June 11, 1856 ("The red-eye sings incessant”);  June 11, 1852 ("The red-eye sings now in the woods, perhaps more than any other bird. “);  June 12, 1853 ("The red-eyed vireo is the bird most commonly heard in the woods.”) See also A Book of the Seasons,  by Henry Thoreau, The Red-eyed Vireo

I see and hear the yellow-throated vireo. . . . See August 20, 1854 (“yellow-throated vireo, heard and saw, on hickories (have I lately mistaken this for red-eye ?)”); May 28, 1855 ("Do I not hear a short snappish, rasping note from a yellow-throat vireo?"); May 29, 1855 ( "Also the yellow-throated vireo—its head and shoulders as well as throat yellow (apparently olive-yellow above), and its strain but little varied and short, not continuous.”); May 19, 1856 ("Hear and see a yellow-throated vireo, which methinks I have heard before. . . .singing indolently, ullia — eelya, and sometimes varied to eelyee.”)

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